"I called your boyfriend gay and he hit me with his purse." said Chad as Kisha wiped blood off his face and applied a bandage.
"It looks like he hit you with more than just that." she replied, "If I were to guess he punched you twice with his left in the head and struck a right to the gut."
"And this is exactly why you have this job." he smiled taking some gauze to stop the blood pouring out of his nose, "You got it exactly right. How do you do that?"
"Years of college." she replied examining his chest to see the extent of the damage, "What did you do to get him to hit you like this?"
"I already told you" Chad ran a hand through his hair, "I called him gay and he hit me with his purse."
"I need more than that." she frowned, "And I know for a fact Jeff isn't gay."
"You know how he was dressed up as a woman for his most recent assignment?" Kisha nodded, "I saw him on the way there and thought it would be funny to mess with him so I called him gay. He hit me with his purse to distract me then punched me. Thankfully Scott was there to stop him and get me back here. I was just joking, I don't know why he took it so seriously."
"I've warned you before about making fun of him. He may be short and thin, but he's still an agent trained to defend himself." she scolded, "Besides this isn't the first mission like this he's been on."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes I am" she stood up and grabbed an ice pack from the small refrigerator in the office giving it to Chad before continuing, "Sometimes HQ needs the person who goes in to be a woman and the person who does the actual work to be a man simply because a woman can get in, but if they turn into a man they'll never be suspected. Jeff is short and thin so he can pass as an unshapely, plain woman in order to enter the area he's supposed to, but then he changes out of his disguise and by the time they figure out someone has infiltrated them they are looking for a woman who doesn't exist. He's very good at his job and definitely not gay."
"Wow you really are serious" he said, "Why did you ever start dating a tiny, unattractive, cross dressing, weakling like him anyway? As a doctor to secret agents you could have had your pick of any of the agents including me."
"I didn't start dating Jeff for his looks, Chad, believe it or not." Kisha laughed, "I started dating him for his personality. And besides I prefer for my boyfriends not to come home with injuries inflicted by someone they call a weakling."
"But−" she cut him off by handing him some pain medicine.
"I'm going home now to my "cross dressing" boyfriend and I suggest you go home as well. If you're still in pain tomorrow I suggest you refrain from calling me until I get into the office at eight. I also suggest you stop calling Jeff gay unless you want me to up your dosage of pain medicine. Then I'll have to see your face again and I'm not sure I can do that. Good night Chad." she said sweetly with just enough sarcasm before turning around and walking down the hall.
"He still hit me with his purse!" he called after her trying to regain a little of his dignity. He had really picked a fight with the wrong person.